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If it was even possible, her tail beat harder at those words, and her eyes alit with cheerfulness. That truly excited her... and... excite! much excite, such wonder! That smile dropped as his gaze drifted away and he spoke of problems with Sonticus. A worry passed over her face, and she couldn't help but scrutinize him for any wounds. The way he made it sound, even if he softened it with a smile, it was not good. "Are they okay?" It was a question that was both genuine and not; she said it because she cared about who she considered her friend thought, and she thought he cared for them. So she asked. However... she couldn't stop the snort that emerged with the little trouble comment, nor could she stop the lopsided grin and the mischievous smile.

That smile faded when he stepped forward. Uh-oh. The spar. She suddenly remembered the wounds on the back of her neck; though they were mostly gone, but they were still there. her ears flattened at the sigh, when he noticed them, and her eyes fell to the ground. She prevented herself from whining; she did not like the disappointment at all. The words, though, did not stop her soft, low, short whine. When he asked what happened, she lifted her head again, green eyes meeting blue. "I... uhhh..." she stammered, ears flicking back. "Uhhh... I was practicing jaw exercises?" she suggested, green eyes once more flicking away

"Speech" "Italian"